A wrinkle leaving Honduras. Border Crossings are always fraught with possibilities. (yellow dot) I crossed too many, eight, on this trip. The drill is: everybody out of the bus, unload all your baggage from the roof of the bus, wait in line for emigration, wait in line for immigration visa, go through customs, walk a block to wait for the bus to go through customs, load all the baggage back on the roof, everyone back on the bus—hope you get your seat back. Agents present calm intimidators, knowing that even on this boring day, and they are all boring days, a cheap thrill can be had by an arbitrary unnecessary decision, just to watch us squirm. Our agent wore a crisp uniform, a tight hair bun and hard dark eyes. As we approached her throne
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